The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fog sat heavy on the harbor. It was not a gray mist. It was a living thing. It breathed. It tasted of iron and old salt. Silas stood on the pier. He held his axe. The wood was dry. The handle was worn smooth by his palms. He waited. The city behind him slept. The factories smoked. The smoke mixed with the fog. The sky disappeared. There was no up. There was no down. Only the white. Silas...

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